The Spectacle

is a three faced god called the other
we worship a jealous, hungry deity
impiety yields time in prison
the price of peace a silent tongue
mind numb and eyes stitched blind
invisible chains of smoky lies

the Man in the top hat ringmaster of lies
mediascape magician, conjuror for the other
audience attentive, rapt as he robs them blind
director of hyperlink circus search engine deity
speaking narcotic ambient gibberish tongues
actors playing the part of inmates in prison

a predatory grin watching a first day in prison
car salesman card shark killer swims in his lies
buying his way cold blooded snake for a tongue
the dollar on his collar marks out the other
priest of wall street tithes derivates to his deity
ignores every prophet, especially the blind

because if the lights didn’t have eyes to blind
the mind might escape from its visual prison
reject Nielsen piety where the TV is the deity
seductive goddess medusa media its all a lie
the screen has three faces each an other
voyeur staring into your living room with a forked tongue

power enforced through the mother tongue
to all alternative expressions the state is blind
the law is a realm ruled by the other
webs of steel lock the spirit in a dark prison
the third head of Cerberus sleeping lies
before the gate of justice’s hall, state deity

we buy in, pay our tithes to each face of the deity
we learn to speak their brazen hyperlink tongue
we accept and do not laugh at our own lies
we put out our eyes because they say we are blind
we plug ourselves in willingly to virtual prison
we crave connection as we alienate all others